A Journey to the Coast

“From what I can see this is not what I was thinking at all. This land is barren. Do you think people actually live here?”

“Yes, stop being so stupid. Of course, people live here. Look, there are houses over there.”

“I don’t see any houses.” Continue reading

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Elaine’s Bridge

This week’s Tuesday Tale:

Charlie dropped the hammer back into his belt. He wiped the sweat from his brow. Virginia was hot for this time of year, hotter than he thought it should be. Things should have cooled off by now; his shirt was soaked, and Charlie reminded himself that he could have worked up this kind of sweat in Alaska. Continue reading

Ms. Calburn’s Winter

This week’s Tuesday Tale:

“Tallie, shut the door. You’re letting winter in!”

Tallie set down her phone and picked up a knit blanket to drape over the woman’s legs.

“Tallie, no, I don’t need a blanket, not if you just shut the door. You are worse than my children. At least they have the sense to shut the door behind them. Good Lord, I’ll shut it myself. You are good for nothing.” Continue reading

The Final Hurricane

This week’s Tuesday Tale:

The wind surged against the house causing the screen door to bang into the frame. Julie considered getting up from the couch to latch it shut, but she had sunk so far down into the worn cushions that she just could not convince herself that it was worth it. The television gave out about half an hour ago. The only sound left was the static on the radio. Every now and then the announcer’s words could be heard over the noise, but Julie didn’t need to hear his report. She could look out of her bay window and see the hurricane’s approach. She didn’t care that she was the only one left on the island. She had heard the evacuation mandate, but paid no heed when they knocked on her door. No one would even know she was there. Continue reading

About Par for the Course

This week’s Tuesday Tale:

Will stretched out his legs and pulled his hat over his suntanned face. The hat was from the country club’s gift shop. It was a present from his wife last Christmas. It was a nice gift, but Will thought it aged him by a decade. Only the grandfathers out on the greens wore a hat like this. All the younger chaps wore ball caps or visors, but Will understood why the old men preferred this style. These wide-brimmed hats actually kept the sun off your face and your head cool and for that Will could sacrifice fashion. He rubbed the back of his neck when he remembered that he was old enough to be a grandfather. Continue reading

The Abandoned Diary

This week’s Tuesday Tale:

Natalie didn’t open other people’s diaries. She respected their privacy. Not the privacy of the person exactly, but the sacredness of secretly written words. Natalie had spent many uncharted hours logging away her own secrets in a notebook similar to the diary that sat abandoned in the seat next to her on the flight. It was a small, pocket-sized journal, the kind you could carry in your purse and scribble in when you had a spare moment. It wasn’t a cheap one, though — the diary was bound in leather and appeared well used. The owner would miss it for sure. Continue reading